You are all bad women! Don't come over!-Chapter 428 - 414 Stubborn

Shen Mochen and Xia Qingrou immediately stopped frolicking, their faces showing varying degrees of embarrassment.

"Xuexue, you're done showering!" Xia Qingrou ran to Han Muxue with a playful smile on her face.

Han Muxue ignored her, only giving Shen Mochen a silent glance, not saying much.

"I'm going to bed," Han Muxue turned around.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't you want to watch the TV? It's playing 'Witch Monica' now, and they're about to fight the Black Witch!" Xia Qingrou said.

Han Muxue didn't speak, and soon the sound of a door slamming was heard.

"Is she mad..." Xia Qingrou muttered quietly.

"Open the door"

Late at night, Shen Mochen received a text message from Han Muxue on his phone.

Shen Mochen looked at his phone, hesitated for a moment, and decided to act as if nothing had happened.

Yes, pretending to be asleep was best; he was asleep, so he didn't see it.

Shen Mochen turned off the screen, gently rolled over, and the moonlight was silent; he was somewhat restless.

Don't think too much, she'll leave by herself if I don't open the door soon... Shen Mochen thought to himself.

He had rejected countless women, but only when rejecting Han Muxue did he feel such guilt. He didn't know why, perhaps it was Han Muxue's disability and rare beauty that elicited sympathy, or maybe because she wasn't just about looks like other women, or perhaps because their camaraderie over time had grown different from others.

But whenever Shen Mochen recalled the girl who had stood in front of him between life and death, he felt somewhat dazed.

Sleep, sleep. I'll apologize tomorrow, saying I slept too early last night... Shen Mochen forced himself to clear his mind.

He didn't know if he could dream of Su Mo again tonight; he had a feeling that the world in his dreams might not just be a mere dream. Especially Su Mo's last lip shape, which was particularly real.

Right now, what Shen Mochen didn't know was that outside, Han Muxue had put down her phone, just staring at the moon above, her gaze deep and obscure.

The fresh morning air was filled with a light fragrance, as if one were in a secluded valley, with the scent of orchid grass filling the nose and the sound of high mountain running water in the ears.

"Awake?" Liu Chaoyan laid her head on her wrist, smiling radiantly at Shen Mochen, her white dress flowing like clouds, her long hair like water.

"Mm, mm... were you sleepwalking again?" Shen Mochen no longer restrained himself, his eyes inevitably sweeping over Liu Chaoyan's nightgown.

"Otherwise, what? Did you think I voluntarily came to your bed?" Liu Chaoyan's eyes were leisurely, her lips curving slightly.

Shen Mochen looked away: "Stop joking with me, captain..."

Liu Chaoyan sat up with a smile: "It's good that you rejected Han Muxue last night, otherwise our affair would really have been exposed."

"We don't have any affair!" Shen Mochen retorted.

It was nothing more than occasionally sharing the same bed!

"It doesn't matter whether we have one or not, the important thing is that it must never be known by Han Muxue," Liu Chaoyan said lightly, turning to leave. "Go take care of your girlfriend; she stood outside for the whole night."

Shen Mochen froze, then hurriedly followed to the door, knocking on Han Muxue's door, but no one answered. He gently pulled on the handle, finding the room empty. He then went to the washrooms; the small one was empty, and in the large one, Xia Qingrou was brushing her teeth alone.

"Have you seen Xuexue?" Shen Mochen asked.

"No, she's probably still asleep. What's up?" Xia Qingrou wrinkled her nose.

"You're my girlfriend, do I have to report everything to you?"

"I'm not interested anyway!" Xia Qingrou huffed.

Always trying to stir things up and get me back together with him, huh, I won't fall for it, that scheming scumbag!

Returning to his room, Shen Mochen fell silent for a while before walking to the emergency exit, thinking to himself, no way, no way... As he opened the door, there stood Han Muxue.

"Why are you here... Didn't you go home last night... I'm really sorry, I, I went to bed early last night and didn't check my phone!"

Shen Mochen quickly walked over. Han Muxue was still in her nightgown; she had actually been waiting outside the entire night.

"I went back..."

Han Muxue looked exhausted, her body trembling slightly. Seeing Shen Mochen, however, she showed no signs of anger, nor did she question him, nor did she explain why she had been waiting at his door all night long.

Instead, it was as if she had completed a task, and having seen Shen Mochen, she was ready to leave.

"Why don't you come rest in my room for a bit?" feeling guilty, Shen Mochen quickly suggested.

"I said, I..."

Han Muxue licked her dry lips, but before she could finish speaking, her body swayed, and she fainted.

Shocked, Shen Mochen quickly pushed her into the room and then carried her to the bed. After a thorough check, thankfully Han Muxue wasn't seriously hurt, but she had worn a thin nightgown all night outside, had a fever, and because she hadn't rested well all night, she had passed out.

Shen Mochen scratched his head, wondering why she had stayed outside all night. You're too stubborn!

Shen Mochen tucked Han Muxue in, touched her head—it was burning hot. He then used his superpower to heal her. However, Shen Mochen's healing ability was only effective on ailments that could heal naturally, and Han Muxue's severe fever wasn't necessarily something he could fully cure.

So Shen Mochen got up to find some medicine for her, but Han Muxue, still in her sleep, grabbed him.

"Don't... leave me..." Han Muxue clung tightly to Shen Mochen's hand, a look of pain on her face.

It seemed strangely familiar... In an instant, a familiar feeling flashed through Shen Mochen's mind, but he couldn't remember it.

After a moment of silence, Shen Mochen picked up Han Muxue's phone, unlocked it using her fingerprint, and sent a message to a group chat, saying he had stayed up late watching a drama the previous night and was skipping breakfast to catch up on sleep.

Shortly after, Shen Mochen used his own phone to say he too wanted to rest, having played games late into the night.

"I won't leave, you rest easy," Shen Mochen whispered to Han Muxue.

Han Muxue seemed to hear his voice, slightly loosening her grip, but still holding onto him.

In reality, Han Muxue hadn't completely passed out; she was delirious from the fever, with some awareness in her mind. So her grip on Shen Mochen was not only out of instinct but also a deliberate act.

She couldn't think much at the moment but was afraid that Shen Mochen would leave, afraid that as soon as she let go, he would disappear.

She couldn't explain why she had waited outside Shen Mochen's door all night, but she had been feeling very troubled lately, and even being in a relationship with Shen Mochen was painful.

Only through such masochistic behavior could Han Muxue feel somewhat reassured.

I've done so much, he should like me a bit more now...

I've done so much, perhaps I can atone now...

Holding onto Shen Mochen's hand, Han Muxue fell into a deep sleep.